He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 88 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 11)

Xiao Yilin dodged the flames, which grazed her hair and singed half of her black hair.

"Wenyan!"

His usually indifferent voice was now tinged with anger as he drew his sword and struggled to meet Wen Yan's next attack.

How did her swordsmanship improve so much? After Xiao Yilin slashed down with her sword, she stepped aside and was able to fight him to a standstill.

Wen Yan charged forward again with her sword, but a white figure flashed past and blocked Xiao Yilin's path.

"Lingling!"

"Junior Sister!"...

The crowd stared in horror as the longsword pierced Bai Lingling's left shoulder.

Xiao Yilin was the first to react, reaching out to catch Bai Lingling's trembling body, which was trembling with pain. Her mind went blank.

"Master...it's good that you're alright." Bai Lingling said haltingly, forcing a smile.

Xiao Yilin held her face in his hands, too heartbroken to speak.

Bai Lingling loosely took his arm, her face deathly pale, the burning pain in her shoulder assaulting her senses.

She's not stupid; there's a reason for her resolute decision.

"Wen Yan." Xiao Yilin looked up at her, his cold eyes filled with a sinister indifference: "My Immortal Sword Sect will never share the same sky with you."

His voice was as cold and menacing as the Grim Reaper emerging from the abyss.

Anyone who dares to hurt his spirit will be made to pay the most terrible price.

Xiao Yilin was getting serious; the swift wind of her sword swept in, each move concealing deadly intent.

Wen Yan reacted quickly and decisively drew her sword to meet the attack, but the Phoenix Sword seemed to be possessed and stuck straight in the ground, and she couldn't pull it out.

Seeing the brutal sword strike about to pierce her, Wen Yan could only abandon her sword and dodge to the side, but was injured in the heart and lungs, coughing up blood and retreating.

The moment her right hand left the sword, the Phoenix Sword was drawn on its own and flew towards Bai Lingling.

"do not want!"

Xiao Yilin sheathed her sword, turned around and flew towards Bai Lingling. Ling Yifeng and the others who had surrounded Wen Yan also flew towards Bai Lingling.

Ling Liufeng helped Wen Yan up at the crucial moment, preventing her from falling to the ground.

Wen Yan braced herself on the ground with her hands, her blood-stained lips red. She raised her hand to wipe them, but her eyes were fixed on the Phoenix Sword.

As it stopped in front of Bai Lingling, the blood on the crimson dark patterns had long since disappeared.

It first circled around Bai Lingling a few times, then affectionately snuggled up to her and gently rubbed against her.

Bai Lingling glanced at Wen Yan out of the corner of her eye, then slowly stroked the sword and softly asked, "Would you like to acknowledge me as your master?"

A crimson soul appeared at the tip of the Phoenix Sword, nodding happily and excitedly wrapping itself around Bai Lingling's fingertips.

Seeing this, Wen Yan pressed her pale fingertips to the ground, the veins on the back of her hand bulging as she exerted force.

That was her sword, a gift from her benefactor, but now it was recognizing someone else as its master.

Wen Yan gave a self-deprecating laugh, then lowered her head and a tear of blood fell, mingling with the black soil.

Those around him breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy, and offered their congratulations.

Bai Lingling smiled shyly at first, then remembered something and glanced guiltily at Wen Yan, who was vomiting blood and seriously injured.

She had actually sensed the sword spirit's presence and knew its intentions as soon as she saw the Phoenix Sword.

You can form a bond with it by giving it blood.

Therefore, she took advantage of both her master and Wen Yan.

The eagle landed beside Wen Yan and screeched loudly, as if it were protesting against injustice.

Bah! You damned swordsman, you have no swordsmanship whatsoever, how dare you betray your master!

After calling out, it flapped its wings and hovered above Wen Yan's head.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Wen Yan could read anxiety on its face.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao," why are you spitting blood?

Wen Yan was too weak to answer it.

Xiao Yi's all-out killing move was not something that could be easily avoided. The sword energy had already injured her heart and lungs, and now even breathing felt like swallowing sand, with each breath causing excruciating pain.

"Senior Sister," Bai Lingling stood up, leaning against Xiao Yilin, her pale face devoid of color, "this sword is destined for me, could you give it to me, Senior Sister?"

She spoke hesitantly, her eyes filled with longing.

"Why ask her? This sword should be spiritual."

"Correct."

One disciple couldn't wait to speak, and as soon as he finished, others immediately echoed him.

Bai Lingling neither agreed nor disagreed, but glanced at Xiao Yilin, who patted her hair and nodded at her.

“Wen Yan, the divine sword recognizes its master. Whoever it recognizes becomes its master. Now that she has recognized Lingling, the sword naturally belongs to Lingling.”

Xiao Yilin spoke these words without any politeness, in a tone that seemed perfectly natural, as if the Phoenix Sword belonged to Bai Lingling.

That's incredibly shameless.

But Bai Lingling was very receptive to this, looking at Xiao Yilin with an expression of utter admiration.

The eagle was disgusted and charged forward, howling, "Wen Yan, go back to the curtain cave to heal your wounds, let me do it."

A fierce storm mixed with lightning and fire trapped everyone in place; the attack and the trapping of them took only a moment.

The situation reversed instantly, and Xiao Yilin and the others were like lambs to the slaughter.

"Is this the power of a divine beast?" Ling Yifeng murmured.

He didn't even have time to draw his sword.

Ling Liufeng stood on the outside, looking at the two sides locked in a stalemate with a complicated expression.

He couldn't understand; wasn't he supposed to be here to rescue people? How did things turn out like this?

Wen Yan was seriously injured, but she forced herself to stand up and fly towards the Water Curtain Cave. Excessive use of her spiritual power caused her to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Ling Liufeng couldn't stand it, so he summoned his sword and carried her away: "Senior sister, just tell this sword where you are."

"Thank you."

"There's no need for us to be so polite."

Wen Yan flew to the Water Curtain Cave, borrowed Ling Liufeng's sword to cleave the spring water into the cave, but could no longer hold on and crashed next to the lotus flower. A drop of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and landed on the lotus flower, and black energy slid across the blood-stained jade lotus.

From the moment she entered the cave, a continuous stream of spiritual energy enveloped her, warmly relieving the discomfort in her lungs.

Wen Yan immediately lowered her guard, allowing the spiritual energy to invade her meridians, heart, and lungs, traveling throughout her body, mending and patching.

After her spiritual energy had been restored for a moment, Wen Yan opened her eyes. Outside the cave entrance, a loud noise came from Broken Heart Cliff, like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Howl howl howl"—despicable humans!

It's killing the eagle!

Wen Yan grew anxious and leaned closer to the cave entrance to observe the situation outside through the water curtain.

Holding the Phoenix Sword, Xiao Yilin's eyes were bloodshot, with wisps of red blood emanating from the corners of his eyes. The patches of red on his pristine white Taoist robe were shocking, making him appear as if he had gone mad with bloodlust.

red?

is blood!

Wen Yan gasped, her hands trembling, tears silently streaming down her face.

Xiao Yilin stepped on the killing eagle with his left foot and used his sword in his right hand to lift up a giant blue python.

He closed his eyes and sensed that this was the place.

When he seriously injured Wen Yan, he vaguely sensed demonic energy nearby, but the situation was critical at the time, and he didn't have time to investigate in detail. Unexpectedly, when he borrowed Ling Liufeng's sword to find Wen Yan, he accidentally found the location of the demonic energy.

This demonic energy is thick and black, seemingly entwined with resentment. It originated from a great demon. If it can be eliminated, it will be a great achievement for the cultivation world!

At that time, the reputation of the Immortal Sword Sect will reach new heights.

Xiao Yilin pondered silently as deep red blood dripped down the sword.

Bai Lingling leaned against Ling Yifeng's chest, weakly looking at Xiao Yilin with a faint smile.

She knew her master was the most powerful; he had defeated two divine beasts with only a small amount of her divine soul power.

"Cough cough," Bai Lingling shuddered and coughed up a mouthful of blood.